Break my heart or break my fall.

The trees seemed to have eyes that were watching us and reaching out for me. They began to take on the shape of the dead.

When the moon was high over the moors, Rhineholt became a dark place with long, lonely corridors whose shadows gave breath to many secrets.

Two souls, one body. Zwei Seelen, ein Körper.

It was a privileged existence, but also a cage, beautifully decorated, but locked tight always.

The laughter of children filled the crisp air while off-beat rhythms of knocks and door bells mixed with a chorus of "trick or treat" that sang out into the early evening.

She shoved her to the dirty floor and pressed an open palm against her shoulder to hold her down while her rage and sorrow blossomed into a glistening thorn.

It was dark, now, the gossamer moon hanging among diamond stars in the soft black of the night.

The sky grew orange and pink, a pale ghost of the full moon appeared above Salem, waiting to glow brilliant in the velvet black hiding just beyond the twilight.